The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-12-22

| Eyes, he would" she said. "Het
been licked lots before"
Cecil laughed merrily at her sharp
ness.
"How old are you, Dorrie?" he ask
ed.
Eight next Friday"
what do you think you will get fol
your birthday"
The little one sighed.
"Slaps," she said
"Slapsl Who will slap you?"
"Aunt Jen."
81 didn't mean that, though. Don't
you expect any presI ntsY'
The child shook her head.
"Tm too little to get presents" SHE
answered mournsully.
81 suppose Aunt Jen tells you that
Do you love her, Dorrie?"
81 guess not. She is cross, and J
don't like cross people"
"Say, Dorothy, ! think I'll come
and see you tomorrow; III your house,
mean. You live next to the shoe.
makers, don't your
yes"
"Well, then, I'll come. viii you be
glad?"
Eyes, il Jen don't see YOU"
"Why, will Jen send me away"
Dorothy lifted her head and fixed
her big eyes on his face.
"She'll mash you," she said solemn.
ly. :,
That was too much. Cecil laughed
until the tears rolled down his cheeks.
''Then I'll take care not to let Jen
see me, he said, when he could speak.
"Oh, dear" said Dorothy, sudden
". "It's gettn' dark"
Cecil drew out his watch.
"Why, it's after 4 o'clock" he ex'
claimed. 81 must 60 now, Dorrie."
"After 4 o'clock! Oh, dear what
shall do? Jen said be home at A
O'Clock sharp She has got to make
the flowers into lunches for tonight.
Oh dear"
"Wil she scold your
81 suppose so. Oh, dear
Don't cry, Dorrie, I'll ellyou what
| shall do. I'll get on Fancy and
take your flowers home, and tell them
| spilled the others. ] can 90 quickly,
you know"
Dorothy was delighted. She watched
the boy ride away with brighter
look in her brown eyes. Now she
could have some supper.
"Wbat funny little thing she is"
unused Cecil, as he rode along "And
so smart, too. | am sure they ill treat
her. Poor Dorothy! | shall bring
Aunt Agatha to see her tomorrow
When he reached the dirty little
cottage, Dorothy's home, Jen was
standing at the gate looking up and
down the street anxiously. She was
a tall girl, little younger than Cecil.
with heavy black hair, bold black
eyes, and coarse though rather pref
ty face AS Cecil turned the corner
she called sharply to some one in the
house,
"Mother, she is nowhere in sight
what slow pokel" exclaimed a
woman's harsh voice, and the next
moment Aunt Jen, looking dirty and
slovenly, appeared at the door.
Cecil refined in his horse and lifted
his hat politely.
II suppose" he said, "this is Mrs.
Wilson"
YES" was the somewhat astonish-
ed reply. 81 am Mrs. Wilson"
Aunt Jen did not often have such
visitors.
al have come to bring Dorothy $
flowers to her cousin. My naughty
Fancy" strohing his pony fondly,
clicked over her pailful and have
been helping her gather some more.
That is why she is so late. Please do
not scold her. 1t was all my fault
and Fancy's."
"Ot course, we wont scold the child
if it was not her fault" said Jen's
mother.
"Thanks-so good OF you" said
Jen, as she received her flowers.
Dorothy is 20 careless"
"Indeed," Cecil replied quickly, at
was not at all her fault. Let me bear
all the blame"
"Jen laughed.
mo one need be blamed" she said.
won't you come inY"
THANK you, cannot. Here comes
Dorothy. Well, little one, your flow.
ers are safe, and so are you. No one
need dare scold you. If they do, just
let me know. Good-by."
When he arrived home he had hard
iy time to dress for the iair which was
to be held in q church in the town.
He was. to be a waiter, and must, oil
course, be there early. On the way,
Cecil amused his aunt with an account
OF little Dorothy, and gained her
promise to accompany him on the
next day.
perhaps she will be mere to night,
thouoht fhe eaper hoy. and when they